…these celestial hues indicated the presence of exquisite creatures who had been pleased to assume vegetable form, who, through the disguise which covered their firm and edible flesh, allowed me to discern …that precious quality which I should recognise again when, all night long after a dinner at which I had partaken of them, they transform my humble chamberpot into a bower of aromatic perfume.”

― Marcel Proust, Swann’s Way

 

Feel free to share...